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Her giggle turned into a long, drawn-out moan as my middle finger dipped inside her little wet cunt.

“Jesus, Freya, you’re fuckin’ soaked for me,” I said, leaning forward and nuzzling the dip in her throat. “You want me to make you feel good.”

“Yes,” she whispered, eyes fluttering closed as my finger worked her core.

“Beg,” I whispered.

“Please, Colt. Make me feel good,” she pleaded, not missing a beat. “I’ve been waiting hours.”

A satisfied smile spread across my face, and I took her mouth, sucking gently on her top lip before shuffling down, planting soft kisses and tiny sucks across her throat and chest.

Her back arched as I took one little rosy nipple into my mouth and gently nibbled on it the way I’d fantasized earlier. While I kissed and nipped, my finger worked inside her sweet, tight little pussy, making her wetter with each thrust.

“Did you bring it?” I rasped.

Freya’s eyes slowly opened, and she nodded toward the big calfskin Louboutin bag I bought her in Denver. “In there.”

Sliding off the bed, I grabbed it and searched inside until my fingers curled over hard, cold metal. With a grin, I pulled out the steel, curved dildo just a little bigger than my hand. One end had a big, metal silver ball attached, the other end, a smaller one.

She raised up onto her elbows. “What is it? I’ve never seen one like that before.”

“It’s a dildo,” I replied. “I held it out and stroked a hand down it. “See this curve? It’s designed so this ball here hits your G-spot.”

Freya’s eyes widened. “It’s big.”

I pushed her down onto her back. “Back to the headboard, baby.”

She shuffled up on her back.

“Open those sweet thighs for me,” I demanded. “Show me how wet you are.”

Her legs fell open at the knees and I caught a glimpse of glistening pink skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Freya,” I said huskily, descending until my face drew level with her pretty little pussy. “Every time I look at you it’s like a dream come true.”

Her eyes dropped to mine, golden irises blazing with need.

A growl rumbled through my chest as I lowered my head, whilst simultaneously sliding my hands up the inside of her thighs, pushing them open wider.

Freya’s knees trembled and she shuddered. “Please. Don’t tease me.”

I inhaled her scent, Chanel, and everything else that made her who she was. Her skin smelled sweet and fresh; the muskiness of her soap mixed with something fruity. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy,” I muttered, nipping the soft skin on the inside of her thighs.

“Not as crazy as you make me,” she retorted. “Jesus, Colt. Just fuck me already.”

I smirked, determined to edge her a little more before I let her come. With deliberate slowness, I traced a finger around her clit, all swollen and engorged.

Her hips jerked and she let out a moan.

My lips wrapped around her clit, and I sucked hard, pulling it with my mouth until her pussy gushed, flooding my fingers with her juices. With a groan, I feasted on her, licking, sucking, nipping, and thrusting my tongue so deep inside her that she began to clench.

Even though minutes before, I’d come harder than a freight train, my cock twitched. I ground against the bed, eating Freya until my face was soaked. With my mouth still working her, my eyes raised to meet hers and we stared, lost in each other.

“Love how you taste,” I muttered, nipping her clit gently. “Love how you’re mine to eat and fuck whenever I want.” Raw desire for her clawed at my insides and suddenly, I couldn’t get close enough. I grabbed her hips, tipped them, and ate her like she was my last meal.

Her cunt pulsed in my mouth, and she whimpered. “I’m gonna come.”

I pulled back.

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